SaturntheCat

Violins strum wildly Figures dance in the wind Horns blare And people sing But in reality It's just people yelling People running for their lives Others jumping from the building The sounds of crying I am one of those voices Yelling at the sky Screaming words of hate Why me? Why now? In fact, why? Point blank? I hear the dells, the flutes and clarinets The mind is a beautiful thing Making reality seem sweet When it's not It never is A lost relative The mind makes you think that everyone is happy That everyone is alive The symphony if the mind Is a beautiful thing indeed